“What are you going to do with him then? Not setting anybody else to take care of him?”
“Oh, no, no, Bunny.”
“Because I shouldn’t like that, sir, when I’d undertook the job. What are you going to do with him then?”
“Wait till the soldiers are gone, Bunny, and then get him down to the coast and smuggle him aboard a fishing-boat and get the skipper to run him across to Cherbourg or Saint Malo.”
“Ho!” said Bunny, thoughtfully, and then, giving his thigh a slap, “They wouldn’t do it, sir. I mean the skipper wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t do it?” cried Waller.
“Not him, sir. Why, he’d want five shillings at least before he’d stir.”
“Five shillings!” cried Waller contemptuously. “Why, Bunny, I’d give him five pounds.”
“You would, sir? Then hooroar!”
“What do you mean by your hooroar?” cried Waller.